I saw a shooting star, a moment ago.
Well, I thought it was a shooting star. Morgan said it was a missile, heading from the U.S. to god-knows-where. I hope it wasn't carrying one of those dreadful Renewers.
I don't have much to write about, today. Still enjoying my time at sea. I wish we could take this boat all the way to Australia.
I wish Sara were here.
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The Imperfect's Journal: 1
Ficción GeneralThis is the journal of Darren Stratt, an "imperfect" who is being hunted in America due to a new law which has stripped disadvantaged individuals--now called "imperfects"--of their rights. In Darren's journal, he documents the horrors of a world run...
